Homelander glanced around in boredom. No one in the bunker dared look up at him, and Ashley was busy beating Lucas.
He could only turn his gaze back to the battlefield aboveground.
"Oh! Shit!"
Homelander swept his X-Ray Vision across it and cried out involuntarily. His pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart tightened in spasms, as though someone had squeezed it.
All three of Vought's heroines had been defeated!
Private Angel had overextended herself healing others and lay limp on the ground, as weak as a newborn fawn.
Starlight was even more useless. She had fucking "fallen asleep."
Queen Maeve, who had still been capable of fighting, had finally exhausted her strength and fallen after a nearly all-out fight to the death against six Supes.
Now a Supe whose arm had turned into a blade was about to cut off her head.
The arm blade was already closing in on her neck. Perhaps in just a fraction of a second, the beauty's head would drop to the ground.
But just as Homelander grew so tense he felt ready to explode and was about to push Super Flight to its limit to rescue her, something unexpected happened.
In the shadow of the helicopter wreckage, a tall figure in a pitch-black uniform silently emerged.
No one knew how he had concealed himself in the shadows under everyone's eyes, nor did anyone know how long he had been there.
His only greeting to the battlefield was the Katana that flew from his hand.
Under the blazing sun, the Katana gleamed coldly as it traced a menacing straight line through the air and collided with the blade swinging toward Maeve.
Clang!
A crisp metallic clash rang out. Then the Katana broke in two and fell to the ground, giving an unwilling metallic tremor.
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